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           Travelling as a means of education             There is no doubt that traveling broadens the mind and enlivens our spirits. It is a means of general education and an end in itself. People who have not traveled may be compared to frogs living in a well. Just like the frogs, they believe that their village, or town, or city is itself the whole world. This way of thinking makes them newspapers come to know something about the world outside, but this is not the same as seeing the outside world, but this is not the same as seeing the outside world with one's own eyes.  No illustrated book or magazine can ever provide the joy and thrill of seeing with our own eyes the beauty of the Taj Mahal by moonlight.          To travel in India and see at first and its hills, mountains, valleys, and lakes the study of its geography vivid, lively and interesting, and how interesting and exciting history becomes when we visit the very places where Shivaji was coronated and where Tipu  Sulta

  Essay on Library          A library is not merely a collection or a storehouse of books. It is in fact a treasure house of knowledge. It is the place where knowled ge from all quarters of the world lies preserved for the use of future generations.          The knowledge and wisdom stored in the books are, far more valuable than gold, silver, or precious stones. The ancient Chinese travelers Fa-Hsien and Hsuan-Tsang knew the value of books and therefore. when they returned to their homeland they carried with them this priceless treasure.          A library is a place where one can come in contact with the mighty minds of the old and share one's joys and sorrows with them. In a modern library, there are books by different authors on diverse subjects. One can pick up the author or the subject of one's choice and enjoys the pleasure of reading. For hours together one can forget the din and bustle of the outside world and be in the company of these never-failing friends  ( book ).

Essay on Influence of films or The cinema: Its uses and abuses                    Films have become a part and parcel of our life in modern times. They are accepted as the common form of entertainment. Appeal to the ear was added to the appeal to the eyes when the silent movie became the talkie. Then came the added attraction of the color TV and the video which have brought films into our drawing-room colors ,,.                    Because of the appeal to the eye as well as the car, colours, music, songs and dances, powerful story and the art of histrionics, the films have become a very powerful medium of mass communication and entertainment. They can be used for good or bad purposes.                    Films can be used for providing education and healthy entertainment to the masses. Each film has an element of both education and entertainment.                     History, geography, science,arts, crafts and many other subjects, skills,films and new techniques can be effectively taugh

  Essay on Pollution           Pollution is the price we are paying for modern civilization and material progress. Pollution means making foul or filthy. Pollution is our enemy number one today.  There is all-round pollution everywhere, in the atmosphere, on land, in the seas and rivers. Our air is polluted or made foul by the smoke, gases, and chemicals puffed out by vehicles and factories and by the various chemicals. Besides this, there is noise pollution in big cities resulting from the noise of vehicles, factories, microphones, loudspeakers, and crackers.          Huge industrial and chemical waste thoughtlessly dumped into our rivers, lake and seas kill fish and other marine life. Polluted water destroys agricultural products. It corrupts the soil and makes it useless. Atomic radiation also pollutes the air and poses terrible health hazards. Unplanned growth of cities brings about more and more slums where dirt, disease, and dying breed. The recent tragedy of Bhopal in which th

  Essay on Newspapers  Newspapers form an essential part of modern civilization. To many of us, our morning tea would lose its flavor if it was not accompanied by a newspaper.                                 Any printed matter whose chief function is to supply news is called a newspaper. But we usually refer only to a daily newspaper. The new information which comes from North, East, south, and west is called news. It has some element of novelty. For example. It is said that if a dog bites a man. It is not news, but if a man bites a dog, it is news.                                 Though the primary function of a newspaper is to supply news. It also provides information on a variety of subjects like the government, politics, science, art, business, sports, crimes, fashions, health, child care, food, travel, important social and religious events, etc., in the form of news or feature articles. Most of the newspapers also have an advice column, readers views columns, comic strips,

  Autobiography of a question paper          Though I am only a piece of paper. I can make or mar the fortunes of millions of students. Some students get nervous at my very sight, some tremble and perspire, while a few rejoice.          Do you know who I am ? I am a question paper. I am the question paper of no mean examination. I am the question paper of the SSC examination.          The most glorious moment in my life was the handed over to the examinee eagerly waiting for me in the examination hall. In that hall, there were scores of my brothers who were exactly like me. I call them my brothers who were exactly like me. I call them my brothers but they were my facsimiles. Like God,attention I have lakhs of images. From the moment we were handed over to the examinees till the ringing of the final bell we ruled over the hearts and minds of young boys and girls. We demanded and secured their complete atttention. How proud we were when the young boys and girls glanced at us every now an

  Autobiography of a street dog           Every dog has its day. Though I am approaching the end of my life. I, too, lived twelve full and glorious years which had been full of happiness. before I was driven out into the street.          My father and mother were both Pomeranians of the seashorehigh breed. We were a litter of three cute white brothers and two sisters and within two weeks we were all sold out for five hundred rupees each. I was singularly lucky in the sense that I have never had to change masters. My master had a large posh bungalow with a beautiful garden around and I had a kennel all to myself though I rarely used it. I had free access to the whole house.  Every evening I was taken out for a walk - sometimes on the sea-shore. There I played with my master's children. Sometimes they threw a ball and I ran and caught it in my mouth. How proud felt when I was patted on my back for this feat! I have earned my keep by being a good watch for dog years. The moment I see

  Autobiography of a mirror          Though I am hundred years old and greatly reduced in size. I am still alive and kicking. I started my life as a full-sized looking glass and today, I am just a shadow of my former self a small piece in a hair-cutting salon in Mumbai.           I was born in Belgium in 1883. I was made of the finest quality material and my face faithfully reflected images ( without distortion ). I stood five feet in height and three and a half feet in width and was encased in an artistically designed sliver frame. I adorned one of the dressing rooms of a Maharaja in North India for the first sixty-four years of my life. And what glorious images I reflected. Not only three generations of the royal family but also hundreds of royal personages who were guests in the house were pleased and a little puffed up to see their images in me. Like the queen in the story of the snow-white and seven little dwarfs, they must have said to themselves.                        " Ma

  Autobiography of a disabled child           I was stricken by polio when I was just four years old and therefore, hardly have any memories of the delightful days when I could walk and run like other normal children. Two crutches and steel strips to hold up my sagging knees have been with me so long that they almost seem to be a part of me. I have learned to live with them all my life.           After I was affected by the dreadful disease, my parents spent thousands of rupees to cure me. They had me treated by well-known doctors and leading physiotherapists. My weak legs just could not carry my weight. Till I reached the secondary school stage, my mother used to take me to school and bring me back every day by taxi. Then my family had some financial difficulties and my mother's parents that I would go and come by bus on my own. The first few days were very difficult. Hobbing to the bus stop, waiting there for a long time, and then boarding the vehicle and getting off was very try

Autobiography of a pen          I am a fountain pen, I was manufactured in England before the world became crazy for ball-pens. When I emerged from the factory. I looked very lovely with my brown color and a platinum-tipped nib. I was placed in a fancy case as a presentation article. I formed part of a large consignment that was shipped to Hongkong.          I was bought from a Hongkong shop by an Indian tourist who brought me to Mumbai. My master, a leading lawyer, used me with great care. I was the object of envy for most of the junior lawyers and clerks in the office. It was with my help that my master wrote so many plants and I was used to putting his signature on so many important legal documents. For ten long years, I served my master, without even once giving him any trouble or cause for complaint. Then one day. a rich client, whose case my master had won with my help, presented him with a silver pen. From that day onwards my master's love for and interest in me started lovi

 Autobiography of a school-bench           One sunny morning ten years ago. an expert carpenter gave the finishing touches to me. Then surely as I polished mirrorlike. One could almost see one's face in me. I was really proud of my form and my finish and my fragrance. Alas! periods of happiness do not last long. That very afternoon, a big truck pulled up at the carpenter's workshop. Some forty of us were loaded into it and fastened and secured with stout ropes.          After a very long and painful journey, we were at last hoisted out of the truck and dumped inside a school compound. We have handled relief when I was carried into this classroom and placed near a window. My school life began. There were many battered and bruised old benches around me. I thought rather highly of myself and looked down upon them. Little did I realize, then, that their present condition was going to be my future lot.               My life here has been miserably difficult but it has had its share

Autobiography of an old Umbrella           It was ten years ago that  the light of the day in a big factory. I was completely new and very attractive then. Oh, how healthy and strong and smart I was! Indeed, the days of our youth are the days of our glory. My awning, rod, spokes, ribs, and handle were all fine and first-class. I was really top-notch, a piece anyone would be proud of possessing.           The factory packed me off to a big retail shop along with man others of my kind. The monsoon was about to set in. A businessman walked into the shop one cloud morning. He was happy to buy me two hundred rupees. I wasn't at all cheap. I was an aristocratic umbrella. Well, the businessman proudly slung me over his arm and carried me home. He liked me and used me with utmost care. But he sometimes took me away with him without the knowledge of his father and treated me very roughly. He often kept on opening and shutting me shutting for no conceivable reason. Once he fought with anothe